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Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews. I have ideas for this story and some funny moments that I can't wait to write. This chapter is a little slow in the beginning and it picks up toward the end. I was planning on posting the next part with it, but I think I'll leave it for the next chapter and have some fun there. Enjoy!


Colbie pulled her feet up to her chest while John started his rental car, putting the AC on and pulling from the parking lot in seconds. Just as she went to close her eyes, she noticed Mike getting into his rental car, looking their way. For a moment, they locked gazes, staring at each other with a strange look in their eyes. Colbie snapped her eyes shut and looked away, determined to forget about Mike and ignore him all summer.

"Pass me my CDs," John instructed in his brother voice.

Without a please, she raised her eyebrows and tossed them at him, receiving a look in return. She smiled at her brother and closed her eyes, deciding sleep would help the six hour ride in front of them. John loved driving in the summer instead of flying and didn't mind the long car rides. She was used to this as he put on one of his CDs and she drifted off into sleep.

Summer rides with her brother were always fun. Often, they stopped for food and listened to music as loud as the car would allow it. John would roll the windows down until all you could feel was the air around you and the pumping of the music through the car. Sometimes, when it rained, they would talk: about their futures, nothing, John's life, and anything else that seemed important at the time. She liked spending time with her brother; he was an interesting person who had a heart of gold.

Frequently, she would hear him talking about his girlfriend, Melina, in interviews or even to her on the phone. A few years ago, they broke up and he was heartbroken. He spent months wondering what could have went wrong and in the end, he couldn't find a reason. Colbie had instructed him to talk to her, see what happened. Soon enough, she found internet writers were saying they were back together and they were right. She liked knowing she was the person to credit with the mending of their relationship.

John had dated many women over the years and she could never remember him so attached to anyone more than Melina. In fact, she recalled him calling her right after he started Tough Enough, excited after meeting her, terrified of making a mistake. He spent months thinking about her, not seeing her until WWE picked her up and they were reunited in OVW.

Colbie really liked Melina. While the internet thrived with pinning her a bitch, she wasn't. Melina had a way of looking at John that told her the woman loved her brother. Not to mention, Melina was always nice with her and they had even gone shopping a few times.

"Wake up!"

Colbie scowled at her brother when he shook her shoulder, waking her from a peaceful sleep. She rubbed her eyes, realizing it was the afternoon and they were stuck in traffic somewhere on a highway. John was staring at her, a smirk peeling at his lips while she yawned. "What?" she finally answered. "You better have a reason to wake me up."

He rolled his eyes. "Are you hungry?"

As if on cue, her stomach rumbled. "Yeah," she admitted. "Are we near a stop?"

John nodded. "Yeah."

They sat in silence for a while until John looked at his sister again. "Did he say anything to you earlier?"

Colbie shrugged. "Yeah. It's not a big deal though. He's just annoying, really."

"Are you sure?"

"Definitely," Colbie muttered. "He just thinks he has some entitlement to me or something and I told him where to go. If he knows me at all, and he doesn't, considering he ignored me all last summer, he'll realize I'm not someone he wants to fight with."

"I warn you now," John said in a dark tone. "If he even bothers you, you let me know."

"I told you, don't worry about me."

John and Colbie pulled into the hotel parking lot for the next show at around nine that night, both exhausted from constant traffic and horrible drivers. Colbie yawned, determined to check in with her brother, take a shower, and fall asleep until he was needed at the arena the next day. She knew he was supposed to wrestle someone at a house show. House shows were more fun because they were less restricted for the wrestlers and the fans.

"I'll take your stuff," John explained as the stepped into the humid air of Texas. In one hand, he had her suitcase, the other; he was texting on his phone. With a laugh, she walked forward, noticing other wrestlers walking around. Waving at wrestlers she knew, they continued until they were in the lobby around crazed fans and reporters who hoped to run into more famous wrestlers like John Cena and Randy Orton.

A fan pushed into her as they raced to her brother, even though his arms were full of bags and he was obviously overwhelmed. Some rude fan instructed her friend to take a picture with him and complained when it wasn't perfect. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, remembering Mike saying she didn't have fans. If this was how fans acted, she didn't want any.

"Hey, isn't she John's sister?"

She felt her eyes widen. Apparently, people knew who she was. "Shit," she muttered.

She walked away quickly; hoping none of the crazy fans followed her and nearly ran into someone. Colbie scowled when she noticed the familiar face and shook her head. She was really annoyed, tired, and ready to hit someone. Well, then again, he could be useful. She slammed him on the arm with a smile and sighed. "Much better," she said.

Mike made a face. "Ow! What was that for?"

She shrugged while fans watched with curious eyes. Oh, awesome. People thought they were together. "Nothing," she muttered, pushing away from him while teenagers followed her.

"Are you dating the Miz?"

"Why don't you go stalk John Cena and get arrested?" she snapped while the fan stood there, wide-eyed.

"Whoa!" John mumbled as he realized a fight was about to start, pushing between the fan and his sister. He narrowed his eyes at Colbie and smiled at the fan. "Did you want a picture?"

As if she wasn't insulted a few seconds before, the fan nodded happily while she rolled her eyes and walked away, only to walk right into the Miz. "Miz, I'm starting to think you're following me," she said flatly. "Move."

His cocky stance only added to her bad mood. She knew if she pushed him, a fan would notice. They were like bugs; they were everywhere. "Somehow, I know I'll end up on the internet for this," she muttered, pulling him where no one seemed to notice. "Leave me alone."

"Why?"

"I don't like you," Colbie explained as if it was simple.

"Why don't you like me?" Miz smiled with sparkling blue eyes.

"I didn't like you since the moment you pushed me into that wall at the club. I didn't like your half-assed apology. I didn't like you flirting with me just because you thought I was hot. I didn't like you when I realized you were my brother's friend. And I didn't like you when I told you who I was and you still flirted with me. Take your pick, Miz."

Mike frowned. "Mike. God."

She folded her arms. "Will you leave me alone now?"

"No," he said simply.

She groaned. "Why not?"

"You might not like me," Mike said in a fun voice. "I know you don't like me, but I like you, babe. And I'm not going away without a fight."

After firing off several more insults, Mike was still standing there with his confident smile. Colbie looked in the lobby, seeing John still swamped with fans and sighed. She couldn't sign in for the room so until the blood or autograph hungry fans let her brother go, she was stuck with Mike. "Are you checked in?" she wondered.

He nodded. "I got here hours ago."

"If you let me use your shower, I'll go on a date with you."

"Can I use the shower with you?"

She rolled her eyes and walked away, realizing he was impossible. Seconds before she walked back into the shark pit, Mike pulled her back. "Okay," he said in a soft voice. "Come on."

Old Fashioned

Colbie realized once she was in Mike's hotel room, she didn't have her clothes or anything to wear once she finished with her shower. Mike was standing a few feet away, obviously admiring her from behind, even though she knew her ass was nothing special.

She flopped onto the bed and glared at him. "I hate you."

"Why?"

"I don't have anything to wear. I was so pissed off at you; I forgot my bags with John."

"Did you expect to get anywhere near John?" Mike prompted.

Colbie considered what he was saying and was even more irritated when he was right. "This is lovely," she murmured. "I'm stuck in this hotel room with you and I have no clothes."

She expected a smart-ass reply and was shocked when he said, "I have a shirt you can wear, if you want to. And I swear, there is nothing I want in return." His honest, sincere tone threw her off guard and she eyed him suspiciously. "Seriously," he added. As if he wanted to prove this, Mike pulled a shirt from his bag and handed it to her, motioned to the shower, and sat down on his bed.

Colbie watched with careful eyes as she walked past him, wondering if she was dreaming. When she walked into the bathroom and closed the door, she smiled. There was a human inside of Mike after all. Now, all she had to do was get through a date with the guy and she'd never have to deal with him again. He'd have his date and she would enjoy her summer.


A date with Mike. Fun, lol. REVIEW.